I appreciated reading this a lot. My grandmother died 4 years ago and it still stings--maybe because she was the only grandparent I ever got to meet. She would've been 91 also on November 13th. <3
Your lolo reminds me so much of my own lolo. My only regret is that I wasn't able to spend more time with him before he passed. Thank you for sharing such sweet stories about your lolo.
There is magic in this essay in the way that it exudes so much of the Filipino character and how it captures the indescribable parts of our identity. This made me miss my Lolo so much, who coincidentally lives in Toronto. I'm shrouded by anticipated grief knowing that he is in his twilight years, raring to spend whatever years are left by his side, yet the constructs of this world has put oceans between us. Thank you so much for sharing this story. I think I'll call my Lolo tonight.
thank you for this 🙏🏽
I appreciated reading this a lot. My grandmother died 4 years ago and it still stings--maybe because she was the only grandparent I ever got to meet. She would've been 91 also on November 13th. <3
So sorry for your loss. Reading this made me think of my Lolo and my Dad, who is an amazing Lolo to my kids. Sending hugs.
Your lolo reminds me so much of my own lolo. My only regret is that I wasn't able to spend more time with him before he passed. Thank you for sharing such sweet stories about your lolo.
Simply beautiful. I am sorry for your loss. (I miss my grandfathers every day, and it has been 35 years.)
There is magic in this essay in the way that it exudes so much of the Filipino character and how it captures the indescribable parts of our identity. This made me miss my Lolo so much, who coincidentally lives in Toronto. I'm shrouded by anticipated grief knowing that he is in his twilight years, raring to spend whatever years are left by his side, yet the constructs of this world has put oceans between us. Thank you so much for sharing this story. I think I'll call my Lolo tonight.